Times and lives may overlap
And circumstance pulls apart.
But the space between stars is not empty
Nor the distance between our hearts.
A capsule of memories fizzes
And, like medicine, soothes the pain.
The space that lies between our souls is filled
Until we meet again.
Invisible forces are at work -
Like magnetism and rays.
The space between stars is not empty
Nor are the lonely days.
The time will come when we will hug.
We will again see eye to eye.
The tears of happiness will overflow
When those we cherish will never die.
The gurgling brook starts to babble near here,
It murmurs, humming a soft mantra song,
With squish, squelch, squirm, its fluid voice is clear,
As it splashes, splutters, dancing along.
It kisses, caresses the bed of stream,
The banks are hugged in sibilant embrace,
Ripples lapping, create a lilting dream,
Each glug, slurp and slosh is rhythmic in grace.
But wind and rain cause torrent gushes loud,
That boom, bang, as waves crash against the shore,
The river churns into a enraged shroud,
That roars, screams, fizzes and hisses once more.
The torrent and tranquil, each play their parts
In the sound ensemble, the steam imparts.
(do bed bugs eat beds)
I can’t shut my eyes at night
Delving deep in the darkness
Slight splinters of light
Revealing the shapes of my room
But still my eyes seek deeper
Let there be grotesques and horrors
Rip me from my slumber
Tear my shreds to shreds
Let me feel the sickly breath of a non thing
As it gnarled smile boasts rows of teeth
Close enough to claw and scrape the skin from my bones
Take me to your deranged dwelling
Where I dangles as your meat
The darkness fizzes with hints of grizzled greys
Tired now struggling eyelids close unfettered
Sleep that hopes for an end
but it won’t
Floral fragrance
Fizzes
Nasal nostalgia
Nuzzles
Pristine passion
Persuades
Testing
Tempting
Lips-lust
Lingers
Hypnotized heart
Heaves
Cosmos
Countermands
First time?
Full-tilt fast-time?
Kissing
Kindling
Cardiovessels
Convulse
Hedonism
Haunts
Hearts
Harmonize
Razzmatazz is jazz beyond roots and blues.
Razzle-dazzle kaleidoscope of hues.
Music and dance with multi-color moves.
Its pizzazz and cool schmooze amuses.
It fizzes glitz and glamour in views.
Which delight even the sanest muses,
To write poems no reader refuses,
To be dazzled, frazzled by its uses
Of words come to play with no excuses.
Oh, how we watch a town go by!
Pieces of life
wrapped against the elements,
going somewhere,
always going somewhere.
From this upper window,
my eye is a searchlight,
sweeping the streetscape.
I celebrate my stillness
by remaining still,
stiller,
and stiller still,
holding my breath,
stilling my eyes till they sting.
I will my stillness
to fill me, envelop me,
hold me still from within and without,
a force pushing out and in,
creating an equilibrium for my soul.
And still the life below
scurries, scampers,
scuttles, skitters,
fizzes, bubbles, lives,
the quick and undead,
each destined
to be still one day.
(September 2021)
All through the year I wait for
this special day to dawn bright,
when you came in my lone life,
an event we celebrate
in candle-lit keen closeness,
drenched in the glow of moonshine.
As champagne bottle fizzes
my heart floats with the bubbles.
October 20,2020
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Moon standing in the dark edge
Of the skyways
Like a shameless whore
Waiting for someone
To be swept by love and lust
Falls her tender beauty
On my bathtub filled with
The crystal clear water
Tranquilized like drunken
Changing itself into mirror
In which her sublimed shadow
Whirled by the whisper of wind
Blurred by the soapy fizzes
Sunken beneath the waves.
With cosmic clouds
Ravished by her unlike beauty
In sheer lunacy turned me down
Like that my mind is drained
As brittle as dry ice on my flesh
Like the dyeing embers
Of smouldering pyre
Every word of my poems
Seemed full of clichés.
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Oh, how we watch a town go by!
Pieces of life
wrapped against the elements,
going somewhere,
always going somewhere.
From this upper window,
my eye is a searchlight,
sweeping the streetscape.
I celebrate my stillness
by remaining still,
stiller,
and stiller still,
holding my breath,
stilling my eyes till they sting.
I will my stillness
to fill me, envelop me,
hold me still from within and without,
a force pushing in and out,
creating an equilibrium for my soul.
And still the life below
scurries, scampers,
scuttles, skitters,
fizzes, bubbles, lives,
the quick and undead,
each destined
to be still one day.